Half a Head of Lettuce
A man working in the produce department was asked by a lady if she could buy half a head of lettuce. He replied, “Half a head? Are you serious? God grows these in whole heads and thats how we sell them!”
“You mean,” she persisted, “that after all the years Ive shopped here, you wont sell me half-a-head of lettuce?”
“Look,” he said, “If you like Ill ask the manager.” She indicated that would be appreciated, so the young man marched to the front of the store. “You wont believe this, but theres a lame-braided idiot of a lady back there who wants to know if she can buy half-a-head of lettuce.” He noticed the manager gesturing, and turned around to see the lady standing behind him, obviously having followed him to the front of the store. “And this nice lady was wondering if she could buy the other half,” he concluded.
Later in the day the manager cornered the young man and said, “That was the finest example of thinking on your feet Ive ever seen! Where did you learn that?”
“I grew up in Grand Rapids, and if you know anything about Grand Rapids, you know that its known for its great hockey teams and its ugly women.”
The managers face flushed, and he interrupted, “My wife is from Grand Rapids!” “And which hockey team did she play for?”